It’s Not Your Turkey
The only color in the landscape that even approaches vivid is the dark emerald of the evergreens on the hillside. […]
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The only color in the landscape that even approaches vivid is the dark emerald of the evergreens on the hillside. […]
It’s Not Your Turkey Read More »
Even though dawn is less than an hour away, it is black dark, clear and cold, the stars vibrant crystal
Mouth Full of Grass, Facing East Read More »
It was an unseasonably warm November day, and my friend and I were walking her two dogs wearing only long
It’s well into autumn, but it’s been warm with no frost yet, so it’s still August as far as some
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The yellowing aspens and orange underbrush announce fall, and the crisp, clean, airless air is too dry and thin to
Out Through the In Door Read More »
“You’re living in your own private Idaho”“Private Idaho,” The B-52s When the first chills of September sidle in, the Grand
Your Own Private Disneyland Read More »
The pinyon and juniper are thick and deep around me, glowing with health after a summer full of rainy days.
Take It or Leave It Read More »
It is the kind of day photographers and hikers live for. I tramp among the lush undergrowth beneath a cobalt
It’s the heart of summer and there is a nest of baby robins high in the Engelmann spruce tree in